IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Oh Turns out

After I met Siska backstage, I could see she was healthy busy polishing the thin face of the representative participants of the boarding school. But not to help him my presence in waiting, but rather to be a driver. Bring adek santri buy something less.

"can ya Kay. Your car is parked outside, easy to get out". Siska persuaded me as if I was a stingy person to give her help.

"ok ok. I took the car keys first" I went back out, walking towards the pavilion home.

As soon as I got back out, there was already someone waiting.

"Why do you have to be a guy, a girl is nothing" I grumbled in my heart. For the first time the road is the same level brondong aliyah.

"ayo deck" would let alone a greeting that I can use if not 'deck'.

I'll take him to the nearest department store. From inside the car I could see some stuff he was buying.

"have you gone home, is there anything you want to buy again?"

"there's no one, brother. But if I can nitip send the same package brother, yes there" continued with Solo Laughter. While I don't know where the funny thing is.

"send a package, make a parent?" ask me, taking it seriously.

"no, but for a girlfriend. Hahahahahah" he continued with a longer laugh.

"hawh, the money can still be sent from parents to send goods for a girlfriend. School used to be real" I said. Can-can be, what he thinks of a girlfriend turns out.

"ah this brother. It's like not having a boyfriend" he said casually.

"don't have" I answered no less casually.

"huh, seriously, brother? " this time he put on a surprised face.

"doesn't have a boyfriend? " he continued.

"important to you? "

"important brother. If singles want to be a girlfriend"

This time my broken laughter heard what he said.

"basic boy. Go still ask to be delivered, at the driver anyway. Want to be a girlfriend? wash your face first, let's wake up from the dream"

By then, the car had reached the boarding school. Didn't wait for me to park the car the boy got off, ran away first.

"ah big brother, not cool" he exclaimed as he opened the door and went down.

Basic, boy of NOW. School is not necessarily true already courtship that was in advance. Lucky I wasn't one of them.

kclinngg

"cie, who runs out the same way brondong" ~ Dian

Incoming message voice. It was from Dian. I smiled thinly. He must be around where I parked the car. Whether intentionally or not, watching over me has indeed been a hobby of his since long ago.

"maclum single 😄 brondong was transported" ~send

kclinngg

"aish, I also want to be transported" ~ Dian

Without replying to Dian's message, I got out of the car.

There was a crowd of people talking at the end of the entrance. And there was a pair of completely motionless eyes watching my every footstep.

No sound stopped me. But that smile I could see even under the dim lights.

My steps were smooth until I arrived at the committee room. Can only swallow during the trip. Earlier in the chat pretentious tease, it turns out there are people who just dare to smile.

"no, isn't that it?" I said short. It's also impossible to say what makes me feel so vague.

"continue? " it's not Siska's name if it doesn't chase until it gets the answer she wants.

"later I will tell you. Oh yeah, what else can I help you with? " switch the conversation, I think it's better.

Then Siska invited me to do some helpful things anywhere that still needed help. Understand, general assistant.

After there was nothing else to do, the other friends invited to watch the race.

Unexpectedly it turns out sister Maryam came, of course with her beloved husband, brother Nicholas. Until I greeted him at the Ummi residence. Sister Maryam with other families watching from the terrace of the house.

It was like meeting my own sister. It was like being with my own family. Luckily there was no Ustadz Billal there because he became a committee.

One super-rese niece kept teasing me. In the end all the family became aware, including sister Maryam. Fortunately it had already passed, I could only smile with a shy smile.

After all this time, sister Maryam will be staying at the boarding school tonight. Certainly in the pavilion house.

It could be a long night today. In my heart was worried, it could be in the interrogation about this Ustad Billal.

Seconds change minutes, and minutes change hours. But the race event wasn't completed today either. It will be next week for the final. Just at the haul pesantren event.

I left sister Maryam to join the clean-up.

There are still a few judges living there. Including ustadz Billal. My eyes are always trying to avoid not seeing him. My blood still froze when I remembered the conversation I had with my extended family.

What a person who struggles to achieve a dream. What a figure so persistent in the face of the rigors of life. He does not just turn the palm of the hand on the elderly. Education s1 to s2 he took with his own efforts. Even while studying in Turkey does not even receive remittances from parents.

Before his education was completed, he had already received a job offer at the embassy. And after his education was completed, he got an offer to become a lecturer where he studied. But unfortunately, he has been bound by a promise to the abi to keep returning to this pesantren, as far as he studied.

During that time, Billal never introduced a woman to the family. Perhaps because of his focus on learning. And maybe that's why he's too rigid with women, like yesterday for example.

..."Ah no, why was my mind filled by Ustad Billal" several times I shook my head. Closing eyes. But there was, instead, a figure that made my blood completely freeze when I opened my eyes. ...

"you can rest more if you're tired. I see you're home late, keep helping out. You look so pale" his hand stuck out on my forehead.

God, please. Siska where the hell at a time like this.

"i don't hurt ustadz, just a little tapped into your story" I said in my heart, while my mouth was hard to say.

"Siska, this is Kayra you take a break. It seemed like he was exhausted" he shouted as Siska passed by.

"are you sick Kay, pale gini? " ask Siska so close.

I shook my head.

"yes already. You're Kayra's resting. It's too late, too. Continued tomorrow morning just sorted it out" continued Ustadz Billal said.

I returned to the pavilion house with Siska. When we entered the house inside it was already deserted. Aman, I thought. Safe from the interrogation of sister Maryam.

And of course Siska will have many questions.

Never mind, think about it tomorrow again. The brain wants to rest.

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